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Grace grabbed on to the wall for support. "I-I'm sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

Cate spun around and ran from the room.

Shit, with her injuries, her emotions all over the place, finding Vince beaten, she’d dropped her guard.

"What the fuck was that?" Vince said from behind her.

“Nothing.”

Vince watched her, a weird expression on his face. “That wasn’t nothing, Gracie.”

“It’s…it’s new, okay.” He was the only person who knew she’d never had a real power, until now anyway.

“What is it?”

“I can…draw others’ powers into me, use them.”

He smiled, pride shining from his eyes. “I knew you had it in you, Gracie. I always knew you were destined for great things.”

She sure as hell didn’t feel great right then.

CHAPTER 21

Chaos pounded his fist into the punching bag, blow after blow until his bare knuckles were split and bleeding. He hadn't been near Revelry or Grace in four days, and it had done nothing to ease his need—she was still there in his head, constantly on his mind. She’d moved in and redecorated his gray matter, and there was no going back.

He couldn't sleep, could barely eat. This whole thing was a major fuckup. On top of that, Rocco was still AWOL. If Chaos couldn't get through to him, they would lose him just like they’d lost Tobias. That couldn't happen.

Not to mention the two-headed nightmare hiding somewhere in the city. It was only a matter of time before it went apeshit and started eating humans in plain sight.

His world was crumbling around him and yet all he could think about was Grace.

He slammed his fist into the leather one more time, the force of it hard enough to jar his shoulder. He would conquer this.

Winning this war had to come first. He had to find a way to force her from his mind, forget the way she looked naked on his bed, the way she'd felt beneath him. Even the way she joked around and teased him. A smile came to him unbidden.

He’d thought things had changed between them, but he’d been wrong.

He’d been accused of being heartless, ruthless, single-minded by his brothers, by Grace. Well, he needed that single-mindedness now. He needed the ruthlessness, that control back. Right. Fucking. Now.

His powers had increased, the surge buzzing through his veins, and that’s what he needed to focus on. Not the infuriating, sexy female who’d taken up residence in his head.

Sweat slid down his chest, soaking into the waistband of his shorts, but he continued to pound the bag, even when it got to the point where he had trouble lifting his arms.

Gunner came out of nowhere. “Chaos.”

He swiped sweat out of his eyes. "What?"

“Where the hell were you? I’ve been calling your name for the last five minutes."

Get it together.

"It's one in the morning. I wasn't expecting company." He snatched up a towel and wiped himself down. "What is it? Rocco?"

Pain flashed through his brother’s eyes. "No. Just a trail of dismembered demons. He doesn’t even bother taking their heads now.”

"Shit."

Gunner rubbed his hand over his short beard. “Oden did a vanishing act tonight, I saw him. He’s working with the demons. But I couldn’t track him, the male’s smoke.”